He was deepandit hurt.
But she didn’t care.
She turned her head to the side, closing her eyes, not wanting him to stop. And he would. If he knew that he was hurting her.
His forehead fell to hers again, rolling back and forth.
The pain she could do without, but having him there, his head against hers, that she loved.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
He stayed like that, waiting, letting her get herself together, till she could feel him shaking.
His arms trembling above her, his hips jerking with the slight movement.
“Fuck,” he muttered, a small moan leaving him as his hips jerked again.
There wasn’t any pain this time though, and she smiled.
She turned her head back toward him, as he rose up on both his arms again.
Her eyes went to his lips where she could smell herself. The she felt her face go pink as he deliberately licked his lips.
“Fuck,” he muttered again.
His eyes were watching her, the sweat on his forehead giving him away.
He was slowly losing it.
He wanted her.
“I’m good, Mark,” she said, her voice sounding completely different.
Husky.
Full of desire, and it was like a dam broke.
His arms gave out, his head went to her shoulder, as his hips started to move.
In and out.
Till she was moaning, her legs wrapped around his hips, her head spinning, her heart floating, the waves of desire pushing her higher.
Her head tipped back and she distantly heard him mutter a ‘fuck’ as his thrusts sped up, till he paused, a groan leaving him as he shook with his own pleasure. The ripples of ecstasy slowly dying down, till he was the only thing there.
Just him.
Her Mark.
“You okay?” He rolled to the side, pulling her with him.
“Hmm,” she murmured, the best she could do, and he chuckled tiredly.
“I’m going to take that as a yes.”
She was drifting on a cloud, almost asleep, when she felt his finger under her chin turning her to him.
She opened her eyes to look up to him.
